Yesterday went pretty well. No drama at the hospital and Forester ate a little bit of food and it stayed down. He didn't sleep well complaining of leg pain and being uncomfortable. I finally convinced him to take some Oxycodone. He is getting to the point where he hates to swallow any medicine - whether it be a pill, suspension, or dissolvable tab. Each medication comes with complaint and refusal, then surrender. I have to give him something about every 3 hours or more each day. It stinks. Pray that this won't be so miserable for him. I think he's just tired of it. He can take these pills with the smallest sip of water or in applesauce...whatever. It's not difficult for him, he just doesn't like it. Plus, he's vomited several times after taking pills that are for nausea so I don't think he trusts me when I say it's going to help. I can hardly blame him.
Today is going OK. Chemo went fine and Forester actually said he was hungry for some chicken nuggets!! YAY HE'S HUNGRY!! So we got the nuggets. They went down and then came right back up. :o( This was only a couple hours after his IV Zofran (which SHOULD last 8 hours). Poor guy. I'm really afraid he's going to give up on food altogether. Meanwhile every doctor and nurse is pushing us to get him to eat. To be honest, I'm ready to punch someone in the face!! We're TRYING!! (sorry...venting...) Radiation is next and then home. I'm praying that we won't be playing catch up with the nausea all night. Pray for a peaceful tummy, that Forester will crave something to eat, that he CAN eat and that it will stay down.
On top of fighting cancer, our computer crashed and my car is falling apart. The car is in the shop and it's going to cost $2,100.00 to fix. I had a baby in December and I still have baby weight to lose. And no, breastfeeding isn't helping! I can't stand to look at myself. It's depressing. Trying to plan weight watcher meals and get to the gym is almost impossible these days. It feels like too much for my brain to hold onto and concentrate on. Have I mentioned yet that my hair is falling out? Yes, a hairbrush-ful each day. It's bad. It's more than just post baby hair loss. It's the stress. I need a little break here!!! Do I sound like I'm on the verge of a breakdown? I kinda feel like I am... Today just isn't a good one I guess. Tomorrow will be better. I hope. Sorry for the vent. Just keep praying for me.
Love and thanks,